Finadouchi - Bag Lyrics

I'm at your neck like I'm tryna get my check
I need money boy And I need it right direct
I'm in that camo Honda And I'm full of disrespect
Got a text from Johanna now I'm tryna get some neck
I'm fresh head to toe Man these bitches bout to sweat
Dropping body after body Soon a nigga send the text
I'm probably on a island wildn baby check my flex
And I need a hundred thousand dollars That's word to my chef
You f*cking with a real one Baby I'm the best
I can give you the game baby Just don't get upset
It's big pimping over here baby You can get left
And trying to throw dirt on my name nigga you can get slept
If it ain't bout that bag You get played to the left
Look I'm swimming in that pussy yeah Call me Micheal Phelps
Look I'm smoking loud And coughing hard cause I need some help
But I ain't tripping off no nigga
I came in this bitch by myself
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Bitches be mad I'm bout my bag Popping tags
Nigga that's sad
You hating on me You shouldn't be mad
I'm getting this bag Straight to the cash
What you mad for
And I ain't tripping imma get this bag
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